got worse when he realized that I wouldn’t be going into politics and headed into the NFL instead.
It’s funny. Any other parent would be over the fucking moon that their only son got drafted into the NFL but not my father. He sees it as a disappointment.
She blinks up at me. “Did he really”—she lowers her voice—“do what you said … after your mum died?”
I sigh and nod. I also got the privilege of walking in and seeing him fucking her over his desk. My mother’s body was barely even cold. But then it shouldn’t have come as a surprise. He screwed anything with a pulse in all the years that they were married, so her death wasn’t going to slow him down.
“So … your full name is Weston?” She bites down on a smile.
I know she’s changing the subject, trying to lighten the mood, and I could kiss her for it.
“Where did you think West came from?”
“The compass.” Her lip breaks free from her teeth and becomes a grin. “Weston,” she repeats, musing. “Hmm … I like it. I think I’m gonna call you that from now on.”
“Please don’t.”
“Well, seeing as you asked so nicely, like I did all the times I asked you not to call me Double D and you did … then I’m definitely gonna keep calling you Weston, Weston.”
It’s my turn to grin. I move a little closer to her and lower my voice. “Have I told you how utterly fuckable you look tonight?”
Her breath catches. “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”
She’s wearing a full-length red dress, which her tits look amazing in. It has a slit up the leg to her thigh, which gives me easy access, and she has on these gold heels that have straps around the ankles, which make her legs look even longer. Her hair is down and curled, and I’m dying to get my hands in it. Preferably when my cock is either in her mouth or pussy. I’m not fussy; I’ll take whatever I can get from her.
An idea comes to me. “You want a tour?”
She blinks up at me. Just looking at her is making my dick hard. “Of the White House?”
I was thinking more my cock, but we’ll go with that for now.
“Yeah.”
She stares at me for a beat, and then understanding floods her eyes.
Yeah, baby, I want to fuck you right now.
She bites the corner of her lip. Her breathing gets a little faster. “Okay,” she says softly.
Taking her by the hand, I lead her out of the room filled with people and out into the large hallway. The Secret Service agents stationed in the hall acknowledge our presence.
“I’m taking my guest on a tour,” I tell them.
“No problem, sir.” One of them nods. “Enjoy your tour, miss.”
“I will. Thank you.”
We walk down the hallway. Her heels clicking on the floor. Just the sound of them … the thought of fucking her in those heels has my feet moving faster. She doesn’t complain though.
I stop at the first door I come to and open it up, checking inside. Empty. Perfect.
I lead her inside and shut the door behind us. The room is already lit by the lights in the glass display cases, so I don’t bother turning the light on.
I watch her walk into the room, looking at the items in the display case. I go and sit down on the round banquette bench in the middle of the room, just watching her.
She’s a fucking goddess.
I’ve known a lot of women in my time. None like her though. She is something else entirely. And I’m going to fuck her right here, right now.
She moves from one display case to the next, her fingertips pressing against the glass. “These look old.”
“They are.”
“Surely not as old as you?” She turns her head, resting her chin on her shoulder, and grins at me.
I raise a brow. “Just for that, I’m going to spank you.”
“That so?”
“Mmhmm.”
“And what if I don’t want to be spanked?”
“I’m sure you’ll be agreeable to it when you’re riding my cock.”
She turns to face me and leans back against the glass. “Such a dirty mouth.”
“Makes you wet though, doesn’t it? I bet your panties are already soaked, and I haven’t touched you.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I’m going to know.” I spread my legs and beckon her with my finger. “Come here.”
She holds out on me for a few beats, but then she’s walking toward me. She stops between my legs and stares down